Ishaan gave a servant his suitcase and dropped on a chair and said with dramatic effect, Yaar, when you talk like that, it hurts me. Can't you ever speak kindly? Each word that you say is a stab in the heart. Your heartless man."

Vikrant showed him no notice.

Then Shashikala Ji said to a servant, "Serve us breakfast," and the servant set dishes on the table.

As I was looking at everyone with a serious face, Ishaan inquired, Why do all the people look so tense? Was there no grave consultation going on?

He had hardly time to put the question when, looking around the table once more, he said with a provoking smile, "By the way, where is my new sister-in-law?" And do you keep her out of my way that I may not tempt her with my physical appeal? I suspect she must be pretty—sister-in-law pretty—so that you cannot have her around me.

At this, Vikrant grew hot-tempered once more, and the atmosphere of the Shikhavat family became dismal once more.

Then Kashish came in and said, Ishaan Bhai, are you not aware of what happened here yesterday?

Ishaan shook his head, looking bewildered at the same time. He stared about at all and said, What happened yesterday?

Shreekant Ji interjected, First have your breakfast, Isaan beta. We'll talk after that."

Ishaan did not question further, and everyone quietly started eating as he insisted.

Vikrant was sitting in his car's passenger seat a bit later and rolling through something on his phone, a bit later, with tense expressions on his face.

The driver, Vyansh, told Vikrant and Tushar his name is Vyansh. I realize it is hard to tell him; his state is so poor that anyone would have trouble trying to identify him. But it's him. He was taken to the hospital the night before, and he is yet to come to himself. This is the reason why we are yet to know what happened to him last night.

The one who spoke to the manager impersonating Tushar this morning was his brother, Aarav Mehra. Tushar had been seen lying wounded on the road outside our hotel, and some of the village people carried him to the hospital. That's all we know."

Silently listening, Vikrant said, "Ishani? What about Ishani?"

Vyansh made an irritable sound at the word of her name. "Don't even ask about Ishani. My brain has already been fried in its attempt to know about her. And hear me out, yours shall fry likewise.

Vikrant looked at him inquiringly. "What did you find out?"

"Something will make your brain melt," said Vyansh.

Irritated Vikrant replied sternly, "Do not keep on talking nonsense, but come to the point—what did you learn about Ishani?

Vyansh sighed seeing Vikrant rising in anger and said, OK, listen. Ishani is known by the name Ishani Rawat. The only family member she has is her mother, who has been admitted to the hospital since four months ago with brain damage. Her father is no longer alive. She has a single female friend, Kriti, who is a flight attendant in your airline. This is because Ishani has been staying with Kriti for the last four months since she does not own her own house.